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The Dubai-based company with four employees came with an impressive-sounding dual name.

If you dare to venture past the scattered mounds of garbage, the broken bridges and the bush that may hide brazen bandits or buzzing bees, a painted wooden sign with a single red arrow points to the final resting place of Dr.

On the day of my 13th birthday I was crying and could not stop.

As thousands of Guyanese struggle to cope with weeks of widespread flooding and the extensive losses of crops, livestock and livelihoods in the midst of the COVID-19 pandemic, the American energy titan, ExxonMobil (XOM) ironically announced its 20th oil and gas discovery offshore.

The Atlantic waters on the southern side of Tobago can be rough even for seasoned sailors.

For nearly a mile, tens of thousands of hand-painted red and pink hearts brighten a grey concrete London wall stretching along the southern bank of the rippling River Thames, with its mossy barriers and passing boats.

Increasingly irate about unruly residents who refused to obey lockdown measures, several short-tempered Italian mayors, last year March, finally went on the verbal offensive as the pandemic crippled the country.

In 2014, the South Florida Business Journal briefly reported that the foreclosed 300-unit Whispering Isles apartment complex in popular Pompano Beach, not far from the busy Interstate 95, finally sold for US$22.5M.

A young medical student was driving home last Sunday, when the frantic siren of a speeding ambulance forced her to pull aside and stop.

A young medical student was driving home last Sunday, when the frantic siren of a speeding ambulance forced her to pull aside and stop.

When the Jet-Blue flight B6 1966 landed at the John F.

Earlier this month, the talented Guyanese-born 27-year-old fashion designer and stylist, Anthony Singh was just hoping to find a puppy, asking his many social media friends for “Any help other than those lame Facebook adoption pages.”

Readers – and my Editor – could recognize a relative “time-out” with this offering today.

Out in the cold, pitch blackness witnessed by only the stars, the small, 20-foot boat with six men tossed and bucked in the rough seas.

I received a recent, surprising call from a close relative in Northern Europe, telling me that she is being offered the Oxford-AstraZeneca vaccine, but was too afraid to take it.

For years, US authorities have been dealing with an unexpected influx of illegal Guyanese immigrants, the sad, unwilling and helpless victims of an organised industry that shows no sign of halting its secret, lucrative operations.

We once lived on a gentle hill bordering a serene, southern Trinidad bay with stunning panoramic views of the curving coastline.

She was just three, and a tiny dark-haired toddler running around barefoot in the mud and grass, when the severe influenza pandemic swept through impoverished British Guiana and the West Indies, over a century ago.

About two decades ago, the unexpected, recorded find of a lifetime along the rolling plains flanked by the Kanuku Mountains, thrilled conservationists and became world famous in ornithological lore.

The next victim does not yet know. But she will become just another anonymous casualty in an ongoing war.